My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 by Harlow James (children's ebooks free online TXT) 📗

eyes, I feel Hayes trail his hands down my chest, swirling his fingers around my nipples that are peaked into tiny nubs, and then pinching them roughly. “God, you’re beautiful, Waverly. I don’t think you realize how much I’ve fantasized about this.”

“Show me what you’ve wanted to do to me. Make me come, Hayes. I need it.”

His head dives before his mouth covers my nipple, and he sucks—hard—and then bites down sharply, garnering a shriek from my lips. My nipple puckers from his touch as he continues to lick and bite on the nub, moving across the flesh of my breast with his lips as I feel his fingers move between my legs.

Hayes pops up his head from my chest while he runs his index finger through my slit, moving around my wetness. “Look at me,” he commands. I lift my head to find his eyes boring into me as he gently shoves two fingers deep inside my core.

“Ah…” I let out, gasping for air as he fucks me with his hand.

“Fuck, you’re soaking, Waverly. I love that you’re this wet for me.”

“Hayes,” I moan as he kisses my stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue around my belly button, and then moving down between my legs where his tongue finds my clit as his fingers continue to work in and out of my pussy. He flicks the nub gently at first, and then goes to town—flattening his tongue, flicking harshly back and forth, and then sucking my clit so far into his mouth I feel a flood of arousal coat his fingers.

“Oh, God…. Hayes!”

“This pussy, Wave. God, you’re fucking pussy is addictive.” He removes his fingers and uses that glorious tongue in my entrance instead.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, digging my fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to me even though I’m pretty sure his tongue is touching the furthest spot inside of me right now as he eats me out.

He growls and laps at me, hooking his fingers back up inside of my core, rubbing that magical spot over and over as he continues to flick my clit—and in a few more seconds, my orgasm slams into me like a freight train.

I let out a noise that I’m not sure has ever left my mouth as the waves ripple through me. My back arches, my breasts reach for the ceiling, and my head falls to the side as I scream and moan through my climax.

“God damn, Waverly.”

“Hayes…” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Are you on the pill?” he growls as he drags his cock up and down my slit, stopping over my clit to rub his length against it and I practically orgasm again from the intensity after coming just now.

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck.” He wastes no time plunging into me, sliding in easily, stroking against every nerve ending inside of my walls. “Ah, fuck, Waverly. Fuuuck.”

He clenches his jaw, puts his hands on my hips, and pulls me down on his cock as I slide along the counter, punishing my body as he thrusts in harder and harder with each glide of his cock in my pussy. Each thrust elicits a moan as he fights to go deeper each time.

I reach up to pinch my nipples, tweaking the peaks as I take in every other sensation wavering through me—his grip that makes me feel owned, the thickness of his cock that is stretching my pussy to unworldly limits, and the way his eyes are moving across my body as he trails one hand down my chest while continuing to move.

“Waverly,” he mumbles as I bring my eyes back to his. “Do you feel this?”

“Yes, every inch,” I answer him, but that answer is confirming so many things that I’m feeling—not just the literal inches of Hayes moving inside of me, but the inches of my sanity that are slowly dwindling.

“That’s good, but not just my cock, babe. Do you feel this? This chemistry between us? This is what we’ve been fighting, Waverly.”

“God, we’re stupid. This is amazing.”

“Agreed, babe. Fuck, I love watching my cock slide in and out of you.” His eyes dip back down to where we’re joined, and I can’t help but push myself up on my elbows so I can watch as well. I feel that familiar twinge of an orgasm again as I clench around Hayes’s cock. “Fuck. Do that again.”

“What?”

“Squeeze my dick with your pussy, Wave.”

So I do, and the growl that comes from his throat causes his neck to strain and his muscles to tense under the tan skin in his chest and arms. Hayes looks like a man coming undone, teetering on the edge of control and animalistic instinct, and I love that I’m the one making him look like that.

I watch him continue to fuck me, holding me down with his strength—but there’s a depth to his hold on me that isn’t just a physical need—it’s one that sparks bubbles of feelings in each of his fingers as they push into my skin. I close my eyes briefly to soak in more of the moment, but then suddenly I’m moving, being hoisted up in Hayes’s arms while he stays inside of me and walks us over to the couch. Continuing to move me up and down his cock as he walks, he holds me and locks eyes with me while his strong arms lift and lower me down the entire length of him.

“Hayes,” I gasp. “You’re so deep.”

“You feel so fucking good, Wave.”

His lips find mine while he gently lays me on the couch, and then continues to thrust his hips, the soft cushions feeling like a reprieve from the hard counter I was just on. When he sits up, he pushes my legs wider and then rubs his thumb over my clit.

“I’m not going to last much longer, Wave. It’s too fucking good.”

“Keep touching me,” I cry as the tremors of my orgasm begin to appear again.

Hayes leans down and starts biting my neck once more, moving to my